After our breathing calmed, Britton swept me into a warm bath. I am guessing I most have dozed briefly as his en suite was now filled with soft candlelight and the tub was practically spilling over with bubbles that smelled lightly of citrus and maybe geraniums – it was tart and crisp but not girly or masculine. Seeing the near mess, I guessed that bubbles were not his usual deal. In fact, he had always smelled closer to powder or leather. Soft and warm, from a shower.
Stepping into the tub, he lowered me in front of him as he sat back and I filled the space between his long legs as they stretched the length of the tub.
“Izzy, let’s lay here a moment and then get cleaned up. How are you feeling?” he asked gently, his lips just against my
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They were not the brands I used – I didn’t even recognize the brands as they were surely not something that could be picked up at the base commissary. Instead, they were luxurious and I revelled in them as Britton returned from his closet with a soft T and sweats that would surely swamp me.
Britton was now also donning a pair of sweats, again with that familiar logo. I had to ask.
“So, Barcelona? Tell me.”
Taking my hand, he led me to the kitchen and sat on a stoll as he gestured to his fridge. “Feed me, women.” His eyes crinkled and his lips turned up so that I could see offset dimple before he continued.
“I love that team.” He admitted and stopped, grinning still. He was still teasing me and I stomped my foot.
“Surely, there is more to it than that?”
“Yes,” he admitted, still just staring at me. I could tell he wanted me to push him and was more than happy to oblige.
“Britton, I have shared your table, bed, and bath, and I want to know more. Spill!” For good measure, I stomped my other foot.
“Okay. I do love that team. So did Sean. We both played soccer and had dreams of where that might take us. We were both pretty good but he was probably better and would have had more options if he hadn’t gotten sick.”
“Oh, Britton, I didn’t mean to make you go here. I’m sorry…” I drifted off as he left his stool and came to me.
Placing his fingers over my lips, he shushed me, “Babe, don’t worry, I can talk about him. He and I made
under his chin. He put his arms around me and rocked me gently. “It’s different
An affectionate hand stroked over the top of his head. “Are you okay, baby?” a voice whispered from beyond the realm of Tom’s thoughts. “Do you wanna
I got on the skateboard and started to go up a ramp and fell. Tyler just started to laugh while Matteo helped me up and make sure I was okay.
Tom lifted his head, and a shy smile tilted his lips. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked in low, husky voice.
“The school track coach talked to me today. He wants me to join the team.” I grabbed a broom and started sweeping up the glass. She smiled.
"Again?" There was a hint of a smile on his voice as he shifted his weight, making sure he wasn't crushing you as he sat in between your legs.
He picked up my hand and kissed it, like a prince. I tried to hide my red face behind my other hand and giggled, "What are you doing?"
William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.
I listened to her shout orders to her maids and the panicked pitter patter that followed. As I was left alone in the warm tub, I leaned back and lowered myself until the water was just below my nose. My eyes fluttered to a close as I allowed myself to enjoy the moment. This was a piece of heaven, never would I have imagined
“You’re insatiable and I’m hungry,” she remarked while jumping out of bed before Ray had time to grab her. Heading for the bathroom, she turned her head to see him drop back down on the pillows putting his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.
“But I wanna watch how you do it,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
“It’s nice,” he lied, and snaking his arms around Booker’s waist, he snuggled in close. “But you don’t look happy? Is it because of me? Do I make you sad?”
Frank just looked at Gerard and started laughing. “That was actually really fun,” he said.
"I kinda let it go, but I know I played pretty well. He wanted to kinda get other guys in I could see. So I just went with the flow and took what I got when I was out there."
My cheeks grow hot under his heavy gaze. His lips quirk up at the corners. “Like a gift from—” He starts but shakes his head, never completing his thought before shoving another bite in his mouth instead.